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Blackmail and Other Dirty Words

Copyright© 2006 by John Darkscar

Chapter 24

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 24 - A bit of blackmail and revenge doesn't go exactly as expected.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Blackmail   Slow  

Monday dawned clear and bright as Sunday. I awoke at my usual time, showered and read the morning paper. By the time I'd finished, the sun was well up and promised a gorgeous day. A quick check of the computer yielded no emails I needed to answer, and an hour-by-hour weather forecast that was so good it gave me an idea.

I did a quick check out the front window to confirm that Jerry had left, before I dug the Tracphone out and hit redial. Sherry answered on the second ring.

"Hello."

"Hi Sherry. This is John. I just had an idea that I wanted to run by you. It's such a pretty morning that I thought we might want to meet someplace outdoors, rather than in a McDonald's."

"Hmm- that sounds fine to me. I assume you have someplace in mind?"

"Yep- I was thinking that we might meet in Battery Park. There are some picnic tables down over the hill from the overlook, and it faces South, so we ought to get plenty of this sunshine. How about if we meet there at nine-thirty?"

"Ok, John. I think that would be great! It sure beats being cooped up in a fast food place, and it's more private, to boot. I'll see you there- I was just about to finish getting dressed anyhow."

I grinned to myself. "Uh, Sherry- just what are you wearing now?"

"A nightgown and robe, John! And you're not getting me started like that this morning!", Sherry said jokingly. "I'll see you shortly."

"Ok Sherry- I'll park in the upper lot and you park in the lower one and I'll meet you at the flagpole. Drive carefully, sweetheart!"

"I shall. You be careful, too John! Later, gator!"

"'Later!"

Sherry hung up, and I punched the "end" button and then turned off the phone and popped out the battery. The phone went back in the safe, and I finished getting dressed and ready to go.

Battery Park was an interesting place. It was named for the placement of a small Confederate artillery battery on the hilltop there during the early part of the Civil War. The purpose was to hinder the advance of a scratch Federal brigade moving up the railroad along the river.

As it turned out, the Federals had commandeered a couple of riverboats and were able to pass the battery on the river, which was at extreme range for the guns. Once the Federals were past, they disembarked a few troops, shook out a skirmish line and flanked the Confederates out of their positions and forced them to retreat, eventually back over the mountains and into Virginia.

The site of the battery was more or less forgotten except for an historic marker placed at along the road that crossed the hill there. When the Interstate was built, the road was cut at both ends by the right of way. An overpass to access the handful of houses that dotted the road reconnected one end. Eventually, the state Highway Department bought out the property there and deeded it over to the county for a park. Some of the old fields were leveled and graded to make picnic areas and playgrounds, and a nice overlook was built near the site of the battery, along with a flagpole and a memorial plaque.

When I was a boy, my friends and I came there often on our bikes and spent hours roaming the woods and reenacting the battle there (or at least the battle as we imagined it). It was a great place to play, since we didn't have to worry about traffic, and we explored every nook and cranny of the place.

All this passed through my head, as I drove toward the park. There were lots of good memories tied up in that place. On the way I stopped at a Dunkin' Donuts to buy a dozen assorted cake and filled donuts and fill a thermos with coffee.

I arrived at the park ahead of Sherry and parked at the far end of the upper parking lot. I gathered up all the stuff and started across the lot. Sherry pulled into the lower lot just as I reached the bottom of the steps with my burdens.

I freed up an arm and gave a cheery wave as Sherry opened the car door and stepped out. I was mildly surprised to see her dressed as usual; white, button-up blouse, blue denim calf-length skirt, but white running shoes instead of flats. Then she turned and I got a better look and could see a change. Her blouse was unbuttoned and she was wearing a light green t-shirt underneath it. It was a nice look for her.

Sherry spotted me and waved back with a big smile on her face. She came across the lot and gave me a big hug. I hugged her back as best I could with my hands full of bags.

"What the heck do you have there, John?" she asked.

"Coffee and some assorted donuts." I replied.

"OK- that accounts for the one bag, but what about the other?"

"Ahhh, well that's a surprise", I said with a grin. "You'll see in good time".

"Grrrr! John, you're going to drive me crazy!" she laughed.

I laughed back at her. "It won't be long. Lets go find a table where we'll be a little more private."

"OK. Hey, do you want me to carry some of that?"

"Sure- how about taking the donuts. I'll carry the thermos and this other stuff."

Sherry took the bag with the donuts and we walked side by side down a graveled path that led to a series of picnic tables scattered around a clearing that overlooked the river.

We found one that had a nice southern exposure to let the sun in, but still sheltered from the main area by some bushes. We put our stuff down on the table, and I turned to Sherry, stretched out my arms, and said, "Now let me give you a proper greeting!"

Sherry smiled and leaned into the embrace. She turned her face up to me and I kissed her, gently at first, then with more passion. It seemed that neither of us had forgotten where the noses went. I could feel my cock inflating as our bodies responded to each other. Finally, I tore myself away. My heart was racing. I hadn't had this feeling for a good while.

Sherry looked equally flustered. Her face was flushed and her breathing was a little ragged.

"Whew!" I said with a smile. "That was quite a hello kiss!"

Sherry grinned back. "Sure was! I've been looking forward to that since we decided to get together."

"Me, too! You're certainly a good kisser."

"I'm surprised you'd say that, John. I really don't have a lot of experience- its been pretty much pecks on the cheek and "chaste" kisses for me."

"Well- I guess you just had some natural talent waiting to come out, Sherry. That was about as hot a non-French kiss as I've ever had."

Sherry gave me a wide, happy grin. "Why thank you, kind sir!".

"You're most welcome, Milady! Anyhow, lets have some coffee and donuts."

"And surprises ... don't forget that", Sherry replied.

"Ah, yes ... and surprises."

We sat across the table from each other and I poured us each a cup of coffee. Both of us took it with cream, no sugar. I snagged a raspberry filled donut, while Sherry took a vanilla cream filled one.

I took one look at what she was eating, and had to laugh.

Sherry gave me a quizzical look. "What's so funny?"

I did my best to keep a straight face. "Well, I was just thinking that I had something nice and cream-filled for you", I said with a wink and my best Dirty-Old-Man leer.

When I said that, Sherry was in the midst of taking a sip of coffee. She laughed so hard that coffee mist sprayed across the table.

"John! That's so nasty!" she said when she'd recovered.

"Nasty, but true my dear."

Sherry's face reddened a bit. "Yes, nasty but true."

After that, we relaxed and chatted for a bit. I learned that Sherry had grown up in a little rural town about twenty miles away. She had been a late baby, her parents having given up on having children and being surprised when Sherry came along when her mother was 42.

Her father had been a part-time farmer and factory worker at a plant that made axes and other hand tools. The plant had closed down about the time Sherry graduated from High School. Luckily, her father had worked there long enough to qualify for a small pension.

Her mother had been a farm wife, doing many of the daily chores around the small farm. Sherry was the only child, and she had helped with the chores ever since she was old enough to be useful.

She had done very well in school, showing an early talent for music. She'd been in the band, and the chorus, and earned a full scholarship, but had worked in the library to get spending money. Sherry majored in Music and had a minor in Elementary Education, lacking only her student teaching to qualify for a job.

She'd met Jerry when they were both seniors and taking a required religion class. He'd been shy, but eventually worked up the nerve to ask her to have a cup of coffee with him after class. She had had practically no experience with men (and Jerry had had about the same with women), and found herself enjoying the attention. They became friends.

Jerry had grown up in a coal camp in a remote area of the county. His father had been killed in a roof fall when he was five. His mother had been a schoolteacher in a one-room elementary school. She had raised him very strictly, and had been determined to keep him out of the mines. It was from her that Jerry had learned his religious convictions.

He had worked his way through college, taking the General Business curriculum.

Eventually Jerry asked her to marry him after graduation. Sherry agreed, and they were married in the little independent Freewill Baptist church that Jerry had been raised in.

Jerry found a job in the parts department of the car dealership, and they settled down in the house they were living in now.

Jerry had discouraged her from getting a job, saying that a woman's duty according to the Bible was to take care of the household. She had been disappointed, but decided not to fight it.

Over the years, Jerry had become even more dogmatic and rigid. He had become obsessed with financial security, and kept tight control over every dollar. Their house had been paid off in record time. Jerry doled out a set amount of money weekly for groceries, and insisted on paying each bill himself. Sherry was not even listed on the bank accounts.

Jerry's mom had died shortly after their fifth wedding anniversary from a long bout with lung cancer. Her illness had depleted any estate, and she left nothing to them but some keepsakes.

Sherry's folks had died a couple of years later in a car accident. They had been coming home from a reunion of axe plant retirees, and were hit head-on by a drunk driver going the wrong way on the Interstate. They had both been killed instantly.

Their will directed that the farm and all but 5 acres of the land, which contained the old family cemetery and a small cabin and pond be sold and the proceeds placed in a trust.

The income from the trust was to be used to maintain the cemetery and cabin. Any income left was to be reinvested in the trust. Sherry was the only one that could access the trust, and then only with the permission of the trustee, a retired judge that had been friends with her parents.

When Jerry found out about the terms of the will he had been furious. He had expected to receive the entire proceeds of the estate. Sherry said that he had raged at her parents and her for days. She also confided that he parents had never liked Jerry, although they pretended to for her sake, and that they wanted her to have something for herself, independent of Jerry.

She visited the cemetery and her parent's graves several times each year. The cabin was rented as a retreat for writers and other artists, mostly during the summer months, as it didn't have a lot of amenities for cooler weather.

I gave her the capsule story of my upbringing. Growing up in Powder City, going away to school, coming back home to live.

After we'd nearly talked ourselves out (and consumed all the donuts and most of the coffee) we paused for a bit. Sherry took the opportunity to use the bathroom at the picnic area. I used a tree.

I was seated at the table again when Sherry returned.

"Well, John- will you finally come clean about what's in those bags?" she said with a smile. "I'm dying of curiosity here."

I grinned at her. "I suppose so. You've been surprisingly patient, sweetie."

"I got into talking with you, John. It's been forever and a day since I've been able to unload on someone. There's no one in the church that I can talk to like this. It would get back to Jerry in a minute and he'd freak out."

"You know, Sherry- I worry about that. I know you said that he's never gotten violent with you, but I just have the feeling he's not perfectly stable. He was certainly out of control there in front of Dave's that afternoon."

"Oh God, John- you don't know the half of it. He was so mad when you told him off as you went in that I was afraid he'd have a stroke. Thank goodness some of the others were able to calm him down."

"He doesn't scare me, Sherry, but I'm concerned about you. You need to keep being careful".

"I shall, John. As I said, he really doesn't pay a lot of attention to me as long as things go along smoothly."

"I'm not worried about the smooth times, hon", I said with a bit of a frown.

"I'll keep being careful- I promise!"

I wasn't entirely satisfied, but I could see that I couldn't push things much further right now, so I changed the subject.

"Anyhow- let me show you what I have here. Open this one first", I said as I handed her the bag with the new underwear.

Sherry pulled the bag over to her, opened the top and looked in. She started laughing as her face colored.

"Oh my, John! I can't believe you did this! Thank you so much! I was embarrassed that the stuff you made me give you was so worn out. Jerry doesn't give me much money to buy clothes with."

I smiled back. "Well- I knew that I wasn't going to give you that stuff back. I'm keeping it for a souvenir of our first encounter, my dear."

"I was so embarrassed and scared- but excited all at the same time. I know I'll never forget that morning."

"Nor shall I, Sherry. Anyhow I got you nine panties and three bras. That ought to keep you presentable in case of an accident, as my mom used to say."

"Oh, definitely, and I'll think of you every time I put them on!"

I laughed. "And I'll think of you taking them off!"

Sherry's cheeks colored prettily. "You do that, John Darkscar! Just so you know, I'll most likely be thinking of you when I'm taking them off, as well. Now, what's in the second bag?"

"This one's not as fun, but I wanted to do it." I reached in the second bag and handed her the jewel case with the CD I'd burned inside. "This is all the information I got about you and the adult bookstore. All the pictures, surveillance video and records are on here. There aren't any printed copies anywhere, and all the files have been deleted and overwritten on my computer. I won't say that they can't be recovered, but it would take someone like the FBI to do it. The stuff on that disk is encrypted with the strongest encryption available, and I'm the only one that knows the key."

Sherry stood the disk case on its corner and nudged it so it spun slowly. She hesitated for a bit. Finally she said "Why John? Are you sending me away?"

I was stunned. I'd never considered that Sherry might think that way. I reached out and put my hands on hers. "Oh Sherry! No, not at all! I did this so you have the choice. I never did feel right about holding onto this after I got to know you better. I don't want you to go, but I want it to be your free choice. This disk is yours- you can do what you please with it."

Sherry's eyes filled with tears. "John- my heart felt like it dropped to my feet when I thought you might be ending things. In just the short time we've spent together, I've been freer than I've ever been. I've been able to talk to you about things I've kept inside forever. I know I'm not all that beautiful, but you've made me feel special. The idea of losing that hurt!"

I slid along the bench and put my arm around Sherry's shoulders and gently pulled her against me.

"I'm sorry, Sherry. I guess I didn't do that very well. I thought it might be a relief to know that that stuff wasn't hanging over your head. I've come to be very fond of you. I honestly don't know where we're going, but I know that our futures are entangled."

Sherry put her arms around me and hugged me back, fiercely. "Dammit, John don't you ever do that to me again! I don't know where we're going either, but I know that I can't go back to the way things were!" She looked up at me- her eyes wet, but her face set with determination.

"I'm not going anywhere, Sherry. I didn't mean to upset you, but you deserve the freedom to make choices for yourself. I'm not going to have you under my thumb like Jerry wants. I had you that way and I just couldn't do it." I leaned in and kissed her cheek.

"Oh jeeze, John- that's not a kiss! THIS is a kiss!" Sherry hugged me even tighter and kissed me hard on the mouth. Her lips were demanding. I kissed her back, while I rubbed her shoulders and upper back. Somehow this kiss was different than before ... less arousing, but more satisfying.

We stayed like that for a while ... I'm not sure just how long. Eventually we both relaxed and drew apart.

"Whew! I needed that, John! I know I'm being silly but I needed the reassurance. " Sherry said as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Ah, Sherry, it was my fault. I shouldn't have sprung it on you like that."

"Never mind, John. It's in the past now. I understand what you were trying to do." Sherry looked thoughtful as she picked up the CD case.

"John- I want you to take this back. I need to make sure I remember just how close I came to disaster. If it had been almost anyone but you, I'd either be kicked out of my home and on the way to a messy divorce, or someone's toy."

"Are you sure, Sherry? I can destroy this in such a way that it can't ever be read. Just say the word."

"No- I want you to keep it. Somehow ... I don't know ... it's a bond between us. What's on there brought us together and I don't want it to disappear. Is that nuts?"

"I don't know, Sherry. If it's that important to you, then I'll be happy to keep it. I'll keep it safe."

"I know you will, John."

I picked up the case and slipped it back into the bag that had had the stuff I'd brought for Sherry in it. That reminded me that there was still one other thing in it.

I reached in and found the little box with the pendant in it. I lifted it out and placed it on the table in front of Sherry.

"Merry early Christmas, Sherry" I said with a big smile. "I hope you like this."

Sherry pried the ribbon off of the box and peeled the tape away from the paper very carefully.

I laughed. "Oh, for heaven's sake, Sherry, just rip the dern paper off of it. It's not like you're going to save it to reuse!"

Sherry glanced up at me as her face reddened. She laughed a bit and said "I can't help it! I'm a bit compulsive about opening packages- it always drove Dad up the wall, too. I think guys tend to be rip-and-tearer's while gals disassemble their wrapping."

I smiled back. "I suppose it doesn't matter as long as the package gets open. I'm just not patient enough to do it gently unless there's a good reason to save the wrapper."

Sherry finished unwrapping the box. She set the paper aside, opened the box and gasped as she saw what was inside. "Oh, John it's beautiful! I can't believe you got this for me!"

She picked up the pendant and eased the chain from the box. "No one's ever bought me jewelry. Jerry gave me his mother's engagement ring and wedding ring set. In all the time we've been married he's never bought me something like this."

She turned to me, her face aglow. "Thank you John, thank you so much!"

"You're most welcome Sherry, my dear. Whatever I paid was worth it to see the look on your face! By the way, that's a Celtic Eternity Knot. It symbolizes destinies intertwined. When I saw it I knew it was perfect for you. I'm sure you have a lot of Celt in you, with that red hair, and we surely have become intertwined! Here, let me put it on you." Sherry handed me the pendant, and turned so that she faced away from me. She lifted her hair, exposing the back of her neck. I fumbled a bit with the clasp, but I finally got it open. I draped the chain around her neck and hooked the ends together. Before I let go, I leaned in and kissed Sherry's neck. I felt her shudder as I pressed my lips to her skin.

"John- you just gave me goose bumps! Look at my arms!" She held out an arm for my inspection. Sure enough, it was covered in goose bumps. "God, what you do to me!" she said shakily.

"I wish I could see it- I can't wait 'til I can get to a mirror."

"I can see it, and it looks good on you, Sherry" I said with a big smile. "One thing- its sterling silver, and it will leave a mark if you wear it all the time.

"I don't care about a mark, but I'll have to take it off at night, anyhow. I doubt if I could sleep with it around my neck. I promise you John, that I'll wear it every day, though!"

"Don't take any chances, Sherry. I'd rather you not wear it than to infuriate Jerry. I swear, I don't think he's entirely stable."

"I won't take chances, John. The chain's long enough that it won't show under my blouse, and if he does spot it, I'll just tell him its something I found in my Mom's old jewelry box. He's never paid it any attention ... except to make sure there wasn't anything very valuable in it after she died"; she said with a touch of bitterness, "he'd never have noticed anything like a silver pendant."

"Well- just be careful!" I replied. I sat silently for a bit.

"Sherry," I said slowly "you know that if we keep seeing each other, sooner or later someone's going to notice. It's not possible to keep a secret forever, no matter how careful we are. It won't be a disaster for me when it does- I'm single. I'm sure that tongues will wag, but I don't care. It will be very rough on you, though. Your "friends" at the church will cut you dead, and Jerry will divorce you at the very least! I'll certainly help you any way I can, since I'm at least halfway responsible, but you need to know what you're in for."

Sherry was silent for a long minute, then "John ... I've spent a lot of time thinking about the same thing. I know that things will come out eventually, but I have to say that I'll take the risk. John- after spending just a couple of hours with you, I've realized what was missing in my life all this time. I don't know if I can stay with Jerry in the long run, anyhow. I don't think that I can just be a housewife any longer. I liked making a home, and I like my garden and working with the kids at church, but I need to have some of my life that's not built around my husband, and I don't know how!"

"What do you mean, "I don't know how", Sherry?"

"I mean just that. I don't know how. I don't have any marketable skills; I've never had a checking account or a savings account. My husband doles out what money I have and wants a receipt for everything. I barely know how to use a computer! John, I've been as cloistered as a nun, and I never realized it. It was so easy to just go along, be taken care of, not have to decide anything for myself. I even messed up the one rebellion I tried- doing something as stupid as renting porn videos!"

"Well, yeah Sherry- it was pretty much inevitable that someone would notice. I'm glad it was me that did the noticing, and I'm REALLY glad that I took the time to talk with you. As far as the rest goes- you are right. You can't just go get a job at your age, with no experience or credentials, unless its something like McDonalds or some other retailing job." I thought for a few seconds. "On the other hand- you have a degree, and you only needed your student teaching and to pass the certification test to get a teaching certificate. You could probably knock that out in a few months. It wouldn't take much to find out".

"I don't know if I even would be a good teacher, John. I like working with the kids, but I'm not sure I could do it all day, every day."

"That's part of what student teaching is for, Sweetheart. If you decide you can't take it, then you haven't lost anything but some time. You could always just substitute teach, anyhow. That way you wouldn't have a long-term commitment."

I paused for a few seconds as a thought struck me. "You know- I seem to remember hearing from someone that the town library was looking for someone part-time ... let me think ... where was I?"

"Ah, I remember now! I was talking to Bob Horton the other day when I had breakfast at the Center Diner- he's the chairman of the Library Board. Let me give him a call."

I took out my cell phone, and called Marian. "Hey Marian, can you give me Bob Horton's phone number? I expect he'll be at the office by now. Sure, I'll hold on..."

Marian was as swift and efficient as usual. Within thirty seconds, she gave me the number of Bob's accounting firm. I'd dug out a pen and jotted the number on the donut wrapper.

"Thanks Marian! I'll be in the office in a couple hours or so, maybe right after lunch ... OK ... yeah, that's fine. Would you call them back and tell them what you just told me, please? Ok ... thanks again. I'll see you in a bit... 'bye." I hung up; glanced at the number I'd written and punched it into the phone.

It rang twice and then: "Horton Accounting Services, this is Bob, how can I help you today?"

"Hi Bob, this is John, I think I remember you saying that the library was looking for some part-time help. Is that right, and are you still looking?" "Hi John, yeah, we were and are still looking for someone to be a part-time librarian. The job pays $9.00/hour and would require about twenty hours per week, some of which would be Saturdays. That's one reason we're having trouble filling the position- most people that are qualified don't want to work weekends."

"Yeah, I can see that might be a problem, Bob. The reason I ask is that I have a friend of a friend that might be looking for a job soon. She's about our age, and she hasn't worked outside the home since she got out of college, but from what I'm told would probably do well at the job."

"Hey, that sounds promising. Why don't you pass the word along that if she's interested that she should talk to Wanda at the library? If Wanda thinks she'll do, I expect that the board will go along. Right now we haven't had anyone that we want to hire."

"I'll do that. Thanks for the help, Bob. I don't know if this is the kind of job that this lady is interested in, but we'll see." I winked at Sherry over top of the phone.

"Well, I hope so, Wanda's getting tired of working all the time. She's not as young as she used to be, you know."

"Dang, Bob, Wanda's only about ten years older than we are! You're not saying we're getting old, are you?" I laughed. "Anyhow thanks again, and I'll check back with you in a few days to see what happened. Goodbye."

"'Bye."

I punched the phone off and stuffed it back in its holster. I looked over at Sherry.

"Well, there you go, Sherry. Bob said that the job is open. It pays $9.00/hour and runs about twenty hour per week. You'd have to work at least some Saturdays. Bob said that if you're interested, that you should go talk to Wanda, the Librarian. If she thinks you're a good fit, then the Board will most likely go along."

"Thanks, John. I really appreciate you calling and making it so discreet. I think I might like working there. I don't think Jerry will like the idea very much, but it's not a full-time job, and it's in a place that's not controversial. I'll go over and talk to the lady either this afternoon or in the morning."

"Ok, Sherry- two things. You might want to type up a resume first, and second, I'd try to figure out a way to hang onto at least some of the money you make. Why turn it over to Jerry so he can put it where you can't get to it?"

"I know, John- it really galls me the more I think about it, but I don't know how I can without Jerry going crazy."

"I don't have any ideas right now, Sherry. You may just have to dig your heels in and refuse to turn the money over to him. Maybe have them direct deposit to your bank account. Have all your statements sent to a Post Office Box.", I said. I wasn't very sure that it was a good plan, but it was all I could come up with.

"John- I don't have a bank account, or a Post Office Box, either! Damnit- I'm 50 years old and I don't have stuff every teenager has- no checkbook, no debit cards, nothing! God, I'm such a zero!" Sherry was near tears from anger and frustration.

"Aww Sherry- it's not that bad. Look- you can start a bank account anytime, and it's easy to get a P.O. Box."

"You forget- I don't have any money either- or at least not enough. All I have is what Jerry doles out."

"I didn't forget. That's one problem that's easily solved." I reached in my hip pocket and took out my wallet. I counted out five hundred dollars and handed it to Sherry. She took it as though in a trance.

"John ... I can't take this. I may never get a job and never be able to pay you back. Its not right.", she stammered.

I reached over and folded her fingers around the money.

"Sherry- don't worry about paying me back. I don't tell very many people this, but when I sold my company, I got more money than I'll ever need. Since then, I've invested most of it with some very smart people and added to it. I own the place I'm working now, and we just came up with a new product that should make lots of money and provide some more jobs here once it gets rolling. I'm setting up a charitable foundation to fund local projects to try to make things better around here. Like a character in "Hello Dolly" said: "money is like manure; to do any good it needs to be spread around- it you pile it up and let it sit- it just stinks"."

Sherry was dumbfounded. "You mean you're rich? Why don't you have a big house and a fancy car? Why do you even work?"

"Sherry honey, you're not listening. I'm not really rich by Rockefeller standards, anyhow. I have plenty of money to do what I want to do. I don't need a fancy house- how many rooms can you live in anyhow? I have a nice pickup truck that does what I want it to do. I'm living in the town I grew up in, where I have lots of friends. I have a chance to build another business and help other people along the way. Yeah- maybe I am rich. I have everything I want. Lots of people with more money then me can't say that."

"Why are you bothering with me, John? I'm nothing much. I'm a plain, middle-aged woman with no job. I've come to realize that my marriage stinks and that I haven't a single accomplishment to my name, and not much prospect of having any." I let go of Sherry's hand. I put both hands on her shoulders and turned her to face me. Looking her directly in the eyes, I said, "Sherry I'm not "bothering" with you. I haven't really known you too long, but I've come to care about you a lot. You're a much better person than you think you are. You're a very attractive woman when you allow yourself to be. I'm not going to let you waste away if I can help it."

"That money is seed money for you. Open a bank account with it. If you never get a job- that's fine. At least you'll have something all your own, if things ever go bad."

I took one hand off her shoulder and found the chain of the pendant I'd given her. I lifted it up and held it so she could see it. "And one other thing you'll have- me. This wasn't just talk. This means you always have a friend. Maybe a lover, maybe more, but I will always be there. Destinies intertwined, Sherry. Something threw us together for a reason, and I'm sticking to the end of the road!"

Tears had been running down Sherry's face while I said this. As I finished, her control finally broke down and she threw her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. Her body was shaking, wracked with sobs. I held her close and stroked her hair as she let the frustration and anger and self-loathing that had been festering inside her pour out. As she cried, I murmured reassurances to her.

I'm not sure how long it took, but eventually, Sherry had cried herself out. The sobs tailed off to occasional moans and then to silent crying and finally that stopped as well.

She lifted her head from my chest and looked at me. Her face was red and tearstained and her eyes were swollen. My shirtfront was sodden with tears.

"Oh, God- what a mess I am, John. I bet you didn't bargain for this when you sent me those pictures!" she said with a wan smile.

I leaned in and kissed her gently.

"Well, not when I sent the pictures, but I certainly did when I kissed you in the parking building, Sherry."

"Well, I'm not sure I'm worth the trouble, John, but if you're in, so am I!" she said, lifting her chin.

"Oh, I'm in, Sherry. I don't know exactly where this is going, but I'm on the ride 'til the end!"

Sherry became serious. "Thank you. Thank you for the money and thank you for believing and caring. I won't let you down."

I kissed her once more. "I know you won't. There will be some bumps in the road and probably some setbacks, as well. When things get rough, just hold on to that pendant and know that I'm no further than a phone call away."

"I will, John" Sherry said. "Well, I suppose we ought to get moving, now that I'm done blubbering. I'm sure you have things to do."

"There's no hurry, Sherry. I told my secretary I wouldn't be in for a few hours. If you don't have to be someplace soon, then we needn't leave for a while."

"That would be nice, John. I'm not sure I want to be alone just yet. I do want to get moving in time to open a bank account and get a P.O. Box. Do you have any idea how much it costs to rent one?"

"I have one that I use to collect junk mail. I think it costs around forty dollars for a year, and you can pay it for six months. Get the box first, then go to the bank and use the box to get your statement."

"Oh that's good- I can put down twenty dollars in cash without a problem. I'll deposit the whole five hundred in a checking account."

"I'd make sure to get a debit card, Sherry. Just make sure your PIN number is not something that can be guessed easily."

"PIN number? I'm dumb about all this stuff."

"PIN equals Personal Identification Number. It's a four digit number that you enter when you use you debit card. I'm just saying- don't use pi or your phone number or your birthday. The easiest thing to do is pick a word you can remember and just punch the key that corresponds with the number- sort of like the old phone numbers were. You remember they were two letters and a number. Our phone started with PLeasant-5. PL equals 75 on the phone pad."

Sherry smiled. "We're really showing our age, John. Our old phone started with Lakeview-2. Ok, let me think a second ... I have it! Easy to remember and not easy to guess. It's J-O-H-N."

"I'm flattered Sherry", I said with a grin, "but you didn't need to tell me."

"I wanted to, John- besides I don't think I need to worry about you letting it slip to Jerry."

I gave her a grin that was as grim as I could manage. "Not bloody likely!"

She grinned back. It might have been my imagination, but I thought I could see a hint of steel there. Maybe Jerry would get a surprise the next time he tried to push her around.

"Well, John, it's getting into late morning, if I'm going to do all this stuff, then I ought to get going, I suppose" Sherry said with some reluctance.

"I suppose you're right, Sherry. How about a little necking before we leave? We might not get an opportunity for a while."

Sherry made a show of hesitating. "Oh, I guess so", she said with a wink. "I can spare a little time."

I laughed. "Hey- I don't want to inconvenience you!"

"Ah- I'll manage!"

"So be it!" I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a clinch. I held her close and brought our lips together.

Sherry kissed me back with some fervor. "Open your mouth a little, Sherry." I murmured. "Let me show you a French kiss."

Sherry responded by opening her mouth slightly. I matched her motion, and let my tongue dart between her lips to meet her tongue.

Sherry moaned and responded with her own tongue. Our kiss got more and more intense. My hands roamed Sherry's back, feeling the smooth contours there.

After a time, we came up for breath. My heart rate was up, and I expect Sherry's was too.

We eased apart, breathing deeply. "Whew, John- that was intense! I still can't believe how quickly I get turned on!"

"It's like I said, Sherry. You never had anyone care about whether you enjoyed things or not." I eased one hand off her shoulder and down to cup her breast through the thin t-shirt material. Sherry shuddered at the touch. I glanced down to see her other nipple tenting the shirt.

"I guess so! God, John- all I have to do is think about you touching me, and I start to get excited."

"I'm glad I have that effect on you", I said with a bit of a satisfied smirk.

Sherry dropped her hand to my crotch and grasped my hard member. "It seems as if I've had some effect on you, too!"

I gasped a bit before saying, "Oh, you definitely have an effect one me!"

Sherry stroked me gently, causing my erection to throb in concert. "Good!"

"John", she said hesitantly, "can I see you again?"

I was purposely obtuse. "Of course you can, Sherry, I'm not going anywhere." I grinned.

Sherry blushed and grimaced a bit. "John ... that's not what I meant, and you know it!"

I laughed. "Sorry, Sherry- I just couldn't resist. Why don't you ask for what you really want?"

Sherry's face was hot, but she pushed on gamely. "OK, John- I want to see your hard cock! Is that explicit enough?" She gave the aforementioned organ a squeeze.

I smiled broadly. "Oh, yes indeed it is dear heart! How could I deny a request like that?"

I glanced around. The picnic table we were at was pretty well screened by brush on three sides, and it was a fair distance from the main trail, along a path that curved enough to make it unlikely that anyone wandering by would see much. "Is here and now good enough for you?"

"Here and now is exactly what I want."

"So be it." I stood and stepped in front of Sherry. A bit of déjà vu swept across my mind as I unbuckled my belt.

"Let me" Sherry said. She reached out and undid my zipper, then popped the button on my slacks. My pants opened and then dropped to my ankles as Sherry gave them a push. She didn't hesitate as she reached for my briefs, pulled the waistband away in front and shoved them to join my pants. My cock was already fully, throbbingly erect.

Sherry leaned in and examined me closely. She took my shaft in her hand and stroked me once gently, then more firmly, producing a large droplet of pre-cum.

At just that second, my fire department pager decided to go off. Sherry jumped like she'd been goosed, and gave my cock such a yank that it nearly brought tears to my eyes.

She gave out with a string of oaths that I wouldn't have though that she knew, much less would say!

"All Stations and Units ... Area 32. Report to the station to assist in evacuating Park Village Senior Housing due to sprinkler system failure. Engine 321 is on scene advising that 110 residents will need to be evacuated", the dispatcher intoned.

I snarled something at the pager and bent down to grab my briefs and slacks and drag them back up.

Sherry was muttering under her breath as she watched me stuff myself back into my briefs.

"Sorry, Sherry- but I'm going to have to go pretty quick. They're going to need lots of help. A lot of those folks are wheelchair-bound."

Sherry looked up at me. "I know John. I'm just totally frustrated! I'd nerved myself up for that."

She looked down at her hand to see a large, clear glob of my pre-cum on the web of her hand. With a mischievous grin, she raised her hand to her lips and licked the drop into her mouth. "The taste of things to cum", she said with a wink. "Not bad, but nothing like what I had last week."

"Well, it would have been the taste of cum, or the taste of something that has cum, if that damned pager has held off for a few minutes. I was ready to return the favor after you'd finished with me" I grinned.

Sherry gaped up at me. "You mean... ?" she asked.

"Yep."

"Isn't that sort of ... nasty? I mean, I've seen it in those movies, but never really believed it happened in real life. I assume you've actually "done it" before?"

"Oh, heck yeah, Sherry. I enjoy doing it. It's something that every woman I've every been with has really loved."

"Uh, John- it's none of my business, and maybe I shouldn't ask, but just how many women have you "been with"?"

"I don't mind telling you ... and it's almost certainly fewer then you're thinking. Not counting you, the answer is four and a half."

"Four I can understand, but how do you get a half?"

I laughed a little. "The "half" is my first girlfriend. We grew up together, went to kindergarten together. She was my best friend for the longest time. We never quite went all the way, actually we never got completely naked with each other. We would have, and we were moving that way rather well, when her family moved away rather unexpectedly.

It nearly broke my heart, I can tell you. It was almost ten years before we saw each other again. We've completely lost touch over the years. Last time I saw her was at her father's memorial service. She's married now with two kids, and living in Toronto, or was 3 years ago."

Sherry nodded. "Well you're right. Four is not nearly as many as I would have guessed. You know my history. You'll be the second for me. Actually the first in lots of ways."

She stood up. "I guess its time we both got going. Damn I wish we'd had more time!"

I hugged her tight. "I know Sherry. We'll have to figure a way to have more time. On the other hand, if you get that job, not only will your days be occupied, I can pretty much guess that Jerry will be a bigger grouch than ever."

"You've got that right! He's just going to have to learn to deal with it!"

"Well, don't take any chances. If it looks like things will get rough, get out and call the cops", I said. " You can always call me if you need help, you know."

"I do know that, John. I appreciate it, too, but I think it's time I did something on my own."

I gave her another squeeze. "Just don't take on too much."

"I won't. John, we'd better get a move on."

"Yeah, I know. First things first, though", I said as I leaned in to give her a kiss.

Her lips parted as they met mine. Our tongues dueled as our hands roamed each other's backs. This time it was me that pulled away first.

"Sherry- if we don't stop now, we'll never get out of here!"

"You're right, John." Sherry said, reluctantly.

We policed up the area. I carried the donut box and bag to the nearest trashcan, while Sherry picked up the bag with the underwear. The CD and jewel box I slipped into my inside jacket pocket.

Hand in hand, we walked back to the lower parking lot and over to Sherry's car.

She unlocked it with her remote, opened the door, and tossed the bag she'd been carrying inside, and sat down with her feet still on the parking lot.

I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "Well- I'd better get my rear in gear! Take care, Sherry. Call my cell and let me know about the job."

"Ok, John- I will. You be careful, too!" she said.

"I'm always careful, Sweetie!

I'd gotten maybe 10 steps toward the stairs between the parking lots, when I heard Sherry call, "and, John ... think of me, when you're not busy!"

I turned around to see Sherry with her skirt pulled up to her waist, and her legs spread as far as the open door would allow. Her red pubic hair nearly glowed in the bright sunshine. Her face was so flushed that it nearly glowed as well.

I walked back to the car. "Sherry, I think of you a lot. Not just because of these" I said, as I cupped one breast, "or this" as I dropped my hand to stroke her exposed sex.

Sherry shuddered under my touch. "I think of you mostly because you're you." I told her.

I leaned in and kissed her forehead. "It's not just, or even mainly about sex. I'm enjoying getting to know someone that's nothing like I expected."

"Thanks for saying that, John. You do make me feel special. Now, you'd best git! I just wanted to give you a little thrill."

"You did, indeed! OK, I'm outa here! Bye Sherry!"

"Bye John!"

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